The atmosphere in the room had changed 180°. The guests, who had previously looked down on me, now bowed their heads in fear. They realized their jobs could depend on my mood, but I wasn’t interested in them. My focus was solely on the two traitors before me, Mark and Jessica. I took a deep breath, inhaling the air of freedom mixed with the scent of grief. It was time to clean the trash out of my life. Just as I had cleaned the trash from their party earlier, Mr. Harrison signaled his secretary again. The secretary took out a tablet and turned it on.
In addition to the will, Mr. Harrison said, looking alternately at Jessica and Mark. Our internal audit team has found some suspicious transactions made by Mr. Evans during his tenure. And interestingly, that spending pattern coincides with the lavish lifestyle of one employee. Mr. Harrison stared at Jessica. Miss Davis, perhaps you can explain how you acquired designer handbags and expensive jewelry on a normal employees salary because our data shows that the company funds embezzled by Mr. Evans flowed into the items you are wearing right now. Mark’s eyes widened. He had forgotten about the petty embezzlement he had committed to please Jessica, thinking no one would check the details of operating expenses.
But now, under the president’s direct audit, all his wrongdoings came to light. Jessica’s face transformed into a mask of pure terror. She was trembling violently. The expensive handbag she was holding fell to the floor. The secret of her affair, and her corruption was exposed all at once. It was no longer about a lost inheritance, but a possible prison sentence. The atmosphere in the living room, which had been deathly silent, transformed into a heated courtroom. Mr. Harrison’s secretary held up the tablet, slowly turning it so everyone could see the incriminating evidence on the screen. Mark’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.